"Hm?" Samandriel managed, finally pulling himself out of his thought to look up at Mitchell.
He didn't realize he'd been crying until he noticed that his vampire was kind of blurry and the shifting angle of his face had tears tracking completely down his cheeks instead of just landing in his lap to be ignored.
He looked down at the picture again, couldn't tear his eyes from it for long.
"You got a package," he said quietly, cycling through enough of the conversation to guess at what was happening. His grace. So close and so far and the road to get it back in him even more difficult than he anticipated.